He said, “Stand a feet away and let me touch you where nobody has yet dared to.
You know, you don’t have to be the moon
Just because most men like demure women, white and fragile
You don’t have to be the sun, blind in its glory
You could be both
You could be a creature of burning flesh, smeared with hell fire,
A blue toothed ocean smiling heavens, eyes like moonbits
You could be the the dot this creation birthed from
Suspended in a vast, vast vacuum
You could be the God I worship
You could make me fall in love just by this poetry.”
He touched my heart then.
And then he said, ” Now take a step ahead and come a little closer.”
And Oh darling, when he touched me, it felt like gravity bending around my skin